You walk on water searching the east
The souls of the masses pass at your feet
Looking up at you with tears in their eyes
Fathers of fathers of fathers gone by

[Chorus]
Walk me down old main streets
Ride me down rusty rails
Fields full of summer wheat
Peppered with rounded bales
Steeples where church bells ring
Lighthouses by the sea
Reach out through gathered storms
Faithfully comfort me